I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1337 | 2011-01-14 05:50:42 | 66.24 | |
| 1200 | 2010-12-06 02:18:57 | 41.90 | |
| 1177 | 2010-12-06 01:40:53 | 56.60 | |
| 1151 | 2010-12-03 01:14:45 | 60.66 | |
| 1089 | 2010-11-30 02:33:39 | 60.60 | |
| 600 | 2010-11-08 06:15:22 | 59.45 | |
| 443 | 2010-11-03 05:22:49 | 59.53 | |
| 82 | 2010-10-25 03:19:28 | 63.23 |